look, here is the beating heart

b., 31. nothing much to see here, just reblogging things i like and crying over fictional characters.

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Elden Ring » scenery 20/??

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Spring favorites bouquet commish

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Liu Haoran is Xiao Pingjing in Nirvana in Fire 2

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What did you say?

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when i was a kid, i played a game that a lot of jewish kids play. it’s called the anne frank game, and it goes like this:

when the next holocaust comes, who will hide me? which of my neighbors will take me in? whose attic? whose basement? whose truck? when they come to get me, which of my friends and teachers and acquaintances can i trust?

and as i got older, the game changed. i stopped asking the question. because i had learned the answer:

mine. my attic. my basement. my truck. my home. i hide my neighbors. i help my friends.

the next four years will require from each of us an unprecedented capacity for moral courage.

we will be asked to make choices that are more difficult than any choices we have ever faced. we will be told, and told truthfully, that to do good will hurt us. that to do good will put us in danger. that to do good will put in danger our loved ones, our family, our friends.

the next four years will require from each of us an unprecedented capacity for love.

love is not enough. it is not food, or healthcare. it is not a bulletproof vest. it is not a visa, or a bail bond, or a roof over someone’s head. nevertheless love will be necessary; nevertheless love will be all that keeps us alive, some days.

i do not have blind faith in human goodness. i have studied history. i do not rely on human ability, or american ability, to choose kindness over cruelty, bravery over courage, death over life.

i do not rely on these things - but i hope for them. i have hope for your courage to open up your attic, your basement, your truck. it is your duty to do so. we must love one another or die.

we must hope for the best, but prepare for the worst - fascism is not known for its respect for the rule of law - but there are things within you that no evil can take. and there is courage within you, and love within you, and you can take the small and blazing life that has been given to you and devote it to that love, and that courage, and to kindness, and defiance, and hope.

the road ahead is very dark, and the strength of the enemy is very great. we have no choice but to move forward into that darkness; but we will do so together, and we will do so with our hands clasped, and we will do so singing.

you are fabulous creatures, each and every one. and i bless you: more life. the great work begins.

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Ushijima Wakatoshi in Every Episode

↳ (4/10) Tsuki no Wa

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Reblog in 10 seconds and $1700 will come your way

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I have nothing to lose and 1700$ to gain

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Same

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how to avoid getting hit by a car : the yoo shi jin way

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Back In Black

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Absolutely lovely enamel mugs exclusive to the Haikyuu!! Store *_*

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Water Temple at Hampi, India

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by  Earth&Sky(KIMILHA)

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To say “I’ve never loved anything the way I love you” would be a lie. Before we met, there were days I did not believe you existed. I had more love than this body could hold & Mama had always said, give what you don’t need. So I gave it away to dog park pitbulls & summer orchids & old books that smelled like promises. Handed it out like grocery store flyers to seashell whorls & boys with fist-shaped mouths aimed for the walls of my chest & girls who kissed with the desperate thrash of salmon on silver hooks and still I had so much love. For years I offered myself to scraped knees & nails bitten down to bone & lonely parking lots, & no matter what I did there was nothing I loved enough to feel it back. I was born an ocean and I emptied it into hearts too small for the overspill, evacuated and left me behind. Silly me. I mistook lighthouses for the moon, dressed up impermanence for decades. And then you. You, with arms the breadth of deep space, discovered the part of the eye that converts belief into light. You are not the sun or the moon, but the hand clasped in mine while we watch clouds shaped like starships trailing maps in the night sky. I have no use for luminaries. It is your voice in the dark that reminds me nothing need be seen that cannot be felt. I have no use for sight. It is your lips on my neck reminding me to keep one last thing for myself.

“Hide and Seek”, natalie wee

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